MRS. MORLAND (not failing him). Had you forgotten that also, James?
MR. MORLAND. I am afraid I forget a lot of things.
MRS. MORLAND. Just as well.
MR. MORLAND. It is so long since she—how long is it, Fanny?
MRS. MORLAND. Twenty-five years, a third of our lifetime. It will soon be dark; I can see the twilight running across the fields. Draw the curtains, dear.
(He does so and turns on the lights; they are electric lights now.)
Simon’s train must be nearly due, is it not?
MR. MORLAND. In ten minutes or so. Did you forward his telegram?
MRS. MORLAND. No, I thought he would probably get it sooner if I kept it here.
MR. MORLAND. I dare say. (He joins her on the sofa, and she sees that he is troubled.)